His eyes met with the other 'him' standing at the end of the corridor.
A blood-stained pencil trembled in Ji-hoon's hand. That 'he' stood motionless, watching him under flickering lights.
Each step Ji-hoon took echoed in perfect unison with the other's—like one sound, one body.
"Who... are you really?"
No answer.
Just a turn of the back, a silent walk down the stairs. Ji-hoon followed.
Down the corridor.
Across the apartment.
Into the park.
There, in a clearing, the other Ji-hoon sat on a bench beneath the trees.
"You… who on earth are you?"
"You already know."
The voice didn't come from his mouth—it echoed in Ji-hoon's mind.
Ji-hoon sat on the edge of the bench. Same face. But eyes too deep. A smile that didn't belong to him.
"What do I know?"
"What you've done."
Blood on the pencil.
"What… what have I done?"
The other Ji-hoon pointed beneath the bench.
Ji-hoon reached under—and found a small notebook.
His name was written on the cover.
First page:
"He appeared again today. In the mirror."
Second page:
"He says he's not me. But his face is exactly mine. He says I need to find something I've forgotten."
Third page:
"He's growing stronger. Trying to take over. I must record this. In case I forget…"
The rest were torn out.
"Did I write this?" Ji-hoon asked.
"Before you forgot me."
"Why did I forget you?"
"Because you tried to erase me."
A flash.
A mirror shattering.
Two screams—his and the one in the glass.
"Did I… try to kill you?"
"You tried to erase me. But you failed."
Ji-hoon stared at the torn page. A word: Two. Another fragment: Times.
"Did I… do something twice?"
The other stood.
Left the bench.
Red traces marked the pavement behind his feet.
Ji-hoon followed.
They arrived at the office building.
Late night. No guard.
But the doors opened.
The elevator was waiting.
Inside, only Ji-hoon's reflection showed.
The other had no reflection.
He wasn't real.
Or wasn't human.
Floor 13.
They stepped into the dark office.
The other Ji-hoon pointed at the computer.
Ji-hoon logged in.
One email. No sender. Subject: To You.
Content:
You need to find me.
"You need to find me," the other said again.
Then the screen flickered—
A video file played.
Ji-hoon at work. February 23.
But… not quite him.
In the footage, Ji-hoon walked into the bathroom.
A moment later, someone walked out.
Same body. Same clothes.
But not the same man.
"As if there are two of me," Ji-hoon whispered.
The other nodded.
"You are me. And I am you."
→ [To be continued in Episode 8]
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